Josh spent the rest of that fateful Sunday afternoon anxiously waiting for his mother to return home. He preoccupied himself by watching some TV and jerking-off in front of the computer, trying not to let his mind dwell too much on the implications of what was going on. Had his mother and Joan really planned to swap sons like Derek suggested, or was this just a giant coincidence?
His cock jolted as he recalled fucking Joan. Hours later, her smell was still on him. It excited Josh, the way it lingered. Even after he had washed his hands, the sweet smell of her pussy juices remained.
Around eight o'clock, Josh was sitting upstairs in his room when he heard the front door open along with a jangle of keys. He went downstairs to greet his mother.
"Hey mom," Josh said warmly, "Did you have a good time with dad?|"
"Yes, we had a great time in Boston." Donna said, putting down her small rolling luggage in the hallway. A big smile stretched across her face. Josh hadn't seen his mother smile like that in a long, long time. She looked relaxed too; as if half she had suddenly gotten ten years younger.
Donna took off her long jacket and hung it up. Her auburn hair was tied back in a ponytail. She wore a black t-shirt and fitted jeans that accentuated her high, heart-shaped bottom just perfectly, or was it the ruby seven inch pumps that pushed it up so enticingly?
"Wow, mom! You came all the way from the airport in those shoes?"
"Well sweetie, I took them off on the plane and jumped right in the cab after landing, so I didn't have to walk too far." Donna said, slipping them off."
"Do your feet hurt? I could prepare a salt soak for them."
"Ah, that's awfully nice of you, but I'm fine right now honey. I just want to get in some fresh clothes."
Suddenly, the phone in the kitchen rang.
"Would you take my bag upstairs while I get that?" Donna asked.
Josh picked up his mom's suitcase as Donna disappeared into the kitchen and carried it upstairs to her room. He laid it lengthwise on the bed.
Although something told him not too, he couldn't help but unzip the luggage's flap and peak inside. Maybe Derek was full of shit. Maybe Josh's mother really had gone to Boston, after all.
Listening, he could hear his mom's voice faintly carry as she spoke on the phone. Josh took the opportunity and thumbed through her belongings.
On top of the packed lot was a black dinner dress, beneath it, Josh's fingers indexed several pieces of elaborate lingerie with lace and frills and French names Josh didn't know. Then he found a small plastic bag. Inside were his mother's used stockings and panties. Her panties were mainly black g-strings, but there was one light pink bikini pair that had a pre-cut hole in centre which Josh assumed lined up with her pussy. There were cum stains streaked all over it.
Beneath the bag of panties, three bright objects caught his eye. Two pink vibrators about twelve inches long and the thickest purple dildo he had ever seen in his life. He was amazed that it was as easily as thick as a soup can. Did his mother really use that with Derek? Josh felt a lash of jealousy as he quickly dropped the flap of the suitcase and zipped it back up.
Turning, he was surprised to see his mother standing in the bedroom doorway.
"Don't worry. I'll unpack it." She said, coming towards him. "Besides, those are my private things. Didn't I raise you with any manners?"
"Sorry mom... I...I..."
"You what?" Donna asked sternly. Her previously cheery demeanor evaporated before Josh's eyes. "Just because you're an adult now doesn't give you the right to snoop."
"Yes mom. I... I didn't see anything."
"I'm sure you didn't. Now honey, why don't you tell me about YOUR weekend?"
"Well, mom..." Josh said slowly, "It was actually pretty low key. I did some reading, watched some TV, called grandma..."
"You little liar!" Donna snapped. "You know who called just now?"
"Um, grandma?"
Joan Smithson!"
"Oh..." Josh answered as calmly as possible. "Well, um, what did she have to say?"
"She said her blather-mouth son just told her about him and me."
"Mom. Have you gone crazy? What do you mean 'him' and 'you'?"
"You know exactly what I mean! She also said you told him about your weekend with her. Didn't we tell you guys to be discreet about this? You really broke our trust!"
Josh sat down on the bed. It seemed like everything was swimming around him. Was this really happening?
"Joan was planning on fucking you all summer," Donna said, "but now that she knows you can't keep a secret, she isn't sure if that's going to happen. There are a lot of young studs out there like you who would love her attention, understand?"
"Please!" Josh pleaded. "I know I shouldn't have said anything, but Derek talked first. He was so upset I'd be mad at him, mom!"
"I don't know what we're going to do about this." Donna sighed, sitting down next to her son. "I mean, who are you guys going to tell next? Your dads?"
"No mom! I promise!" Josh begged, Donna thought it was cute the way he was almost crying. She figured he must have had a great weekend.
Donna unclasped his shaking hands and held them in her own. "It's ok, baby. Don't cry. Joan and I just thought this would a good little outlet for you guys. I know you were disappointed about not finding a girlfriend at college so we thought we might arrange something together. We never thought that you'd find out about each other."
"I know mom. It's like some secrets just won't stay safe."
"Well," Donna said, wrapping her arm around his waist, "This secret is very important OK?"
"Yes mom."
She kissed his cheek. "Good boy."
"Mom... Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead, honey."
Blood rushed to Josh's cheeks and he could barely get the words out: "Did you really let Derek do you in the bum?"
His mother was taken aback by the blunt vulgarity of her son's question. "Now honey, I think that's private between me and Derek, don't you?"
"He said you did."
Donna shook her head. "That little gossip! What else did he tell you?"
"That he tied you up."
Derek noticed that whenever his mother laughed, her breasts jiggled slightly. She probably wasn't wearing a bra under her top he figured.
"And I suppose you were really interested in all the details too!"
"Well..." Josh mumbled.
"You can tell me." Donna said. "Just be honest."
Josh struggled to continue. "It's just that you're so pretty mom. All the guys at school think so too."
Donna played with her son's hair as he talked. "Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"And just what do they say?"
"They say you have the best boobs of anyone's mom."
"I find that hard to believe. I mean, what about Joan's?"
"People find hers nice too but it's just that yours are a bit bigger."
